This is a song about "People talking shit behind backs"

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

I put that nigga in his casket

For talking all that shit damn i'm pretty sick,

On trial for possession of some chronic

But they sold jello in the paint

Keep talking shit you'll be enslaved,

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

My mind full of lesions left behind the bull shit reasons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

No whats real is having people talking through lies and deceit

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Aint concerned with the shit talking and the chitter chatter

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Supernova is always talking the shit